In the vast white sky, a little light shone. The old man in gray robe seemed to be invisible.

At the bottom of the peak, there was a man in black waving to the sky, fetching the light shuttle.

The man in black sensed the message on the shuttle with his spiritual seal, crushed the light shuttle, and spat out a white mist arrow: "Gui Wuxiang is dead? Zhu Wudao is defeated?"

"The demon invades." The man in black remained unmoved and exhaled silently: "Zuo Wuzhou. Is this Zuo Wuzhou really so powerful? Even Junior Brother Shen and Chuan Bubai can't deal with him?"

"How did Zhu Wudao and Gui Wuxiang manage things? A good situation turned into such a rotten situation." The man in black showed slight dissatisfaction: "Junior brother Shen and Chuan Bubai still can't solve the problem, so they dare to disturb them.

us."

"Well, it's time to teach everyone in the world about the methods of our Soul Heaven Sect."

The man in black screamed coldly. Suddenly more than ten martial saints jumped from all over the canyon, and half of them had reached the martial saint perfection.

The man in black glanced coldly: "The sect has encountered a great disaster. There is currently no powerful martial saint in charge and we need assistance. You return. Once you are done, come back to practice as soon as possible."

The man in black showed a hint of distress. Among the more than a dozen martial saints here, they were the most talented warriors of all time. Half of them were selected to come here to practice with great concentration.

"I will go with you. After finishing the work, I will return quickly." The man in black said coldly: "Although your talents are the best, you must not slack off. The sect hopes that there will be one or two among you.

A super saint.

All the martial saints suddenly agreed: "Yes! Grand-uncle Ji Taishi."

Before the man in black came in person, he never imagined what kind of horror Hun Tian Sect was facing.

In the boundless city, there is snow in a certain courtyard.

"The Huntian Sect must have a Zhongcheng Yuanhun. That is, a Zhongcheng Super Sage." Lian Canghai said decisively. It was a no-brainer: "You are an enemy of the Huntian Sect, so you must be a hundred times more careful."

Zuo Wuzhou believed that if Huntian Sect did not have the Zhongcheng Super Saint, how could it control other Super Saints? He was confident: "Being careful does not mean being afraid of battle. Fight when you need to fight, and kill when you need to kill."

Lian Canghai was a skilled tea maker and brewed a cup of good tea. The snow scene was really beautiful. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly paused and Zuo Wudan's face darkened slightly.

"It seems that you want to quit, but some people don't want you to quit." Lian Canghai smiled.

The door of the house exploded with a kick, and an arrogant laughter burst into my ears: "Zuo Wuzhou, the third among the top ten martial arts saints, actually lives in such an unsightly place.

"

Zuo Wuzhou suppressed his displeasure, and a martial saint wearing a fiery red robe barged in with almost an uncle's pace, saying: "A place like this, even for a doghouse, is not very good.

"

This man looked arrogant and arrogant, and he was clearly arrogant. A Wu Zong followed him. His face changed several times, and he was sweating. Zuo Wuzhou turned a blind eye. Looking at Zhou, Wu Zong said, "What is this?"

This Wu Zong didn't know how to be frightened, or he made a mistake, or he had a great talent for comedy, so he answered casually: "This is not a thing, this gentleman is Guan Feng

Wu Zong's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, his breath was suffocated, and he was shocked by the furious Guan Feng flicking his sleeves, causing him to vomit blood and say: "You are Zuo Wuzhou!"

Zuo Wuzhou listened without hearing anything and frowned. He was a little worried about Yaksha. If Yaksha collected information for him, he wouldn't know everything.

"What is Guan Feng?" Zuo Wuzhou turned his face to Lian Canghai, his expression sincere forever.

"You! Bastard, you don't want to live anymore." Guan Feng was furious and stamped his foot, causing the ground to crack. He was so angry that he was about to explode.

A round figure almost crawled in. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "Hehe, hehe, Brother Lin, Brother Guan, it must be a misunderstanding, there is definitely a misunderstanding."

It was Fatty Wen, the chief executive of Infinite City. While wiping away cold sweat, he repeatedly expressed his goodwill to everyone: "Two of you, go along, don't get me wrong. We are all our own people, why bother, why bother."

It is rare for a martial saint to speak kindly to Mao like this.

Guan Feng was still furious, pointing at Zuo Wuzhou without saying a word, and said angrily: "Zuo Wuzhou, who do you think you are? You hide behind a dead fat man and don't dare to take action. What qualifications do you have to be the third one?"

Fatty Wen's face remained unchanged, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and his smile became more meek: "Both of you, since peace is the most important thing, wouldn't it be best to deal with the demons together in a harmonious manner? How about this, let's take the opportunity to get together."

Guan Feng laughed mockingly: "Third. Do you deserve to be ranked third? Everyone in the world is blind."

Guan Feng sneered: "Who are you? I'm not afraid to tell you that where I live now, I just know that it used to be your house, so I came here on purpose. Even the Boundless Society doesn't dare to say no."

"I want to come to the house, but I just can't live there. I raise pigs and dogs in it, but you, the third-ranking house, raise pigs and dogs. In the eyes of others, you are third-ranked, but in my eyes.

They are worse than pigs and dogs.”

Fatty Wen's anger grew stronger and he concealed it very well.

"Well, I am Jiuchojiu. Do you dare to compete with me?" Guan Feng said arrogantly, "Sir, I want to see what qualifications you have to rank third."

Zuo Wuzhou said lightly: "Idiot."
Chapter completed!